Blade and Sword God Sovereign

Ding Hong’s tears frowned, and it seemed that everything in front of her was beyond her expectations.

"Let's go ahead." She carefully observed the compass-like artifact that she had been holding, and still looked at the direction and walked forward with everyone.

Ding Hao slightly thought about it, and rushed forward to go side by side with Ding Hong’s tears and said: "This time I will lead the way with Ding Zunzhu."

He did not say his own findings, so as not to cause all unnecessary repression.

Ding Hong’s tears glanced at him. If he thought about it, he didn’t say anything more. He nodded and continued on.

Ding Hao's knowledge is covered like a tide, carefully observing the surrounding terrain, and finally even closing his eyes, no longer being confused by everything seen by the eyes, relying on the feedback of God to detect the topography.

After a musk.

"stop!"

Ding Hao suddenly spoke, his face revealing the color of thinking.

Ding Hong’s tears looked at Ding Hao’s eyes and didn’t know what was going on, but she waved her hand and everyone stopped.

"The situation is a bit wrong. Everyone is in a row. Everyone has a step together. Don't have any deviations. Behind me, a long snake marches." Ding Hao said.

Everyone looked at him and looked at the road ahead, his face showing a puzzled expression.

In front of it is a soft grassy beach with a grassy grass. It looks flat and soothing. There is no trace of energy fluctuations in the array. There is no dangerous atmosphere, but I don’t know why Ding Hao suddenly said this.

Ding Hao did not explain.

He picked up his toes, and a fist-sized stone flew up at the foot and landed three meters away. The sky suddenly disappeared, and the stone disappeared without a trace. I didn’t know where to go, just like being instantly Like pulverizing and decomposing into the most primitive material, the whole process has no slight spatial fluctuations, and it is too strange.

This time everyone's face has changed.

With their eyesight, they couldn't see the whereabouts of the stone. There was no law to circulate. It was a bit horrible. Even if they searched wildly, they couldn't tell what was going on.

"Listen to Ding Hao." Ding Hong frowned.

Others no longer object.

Although I don't know what happened, Ding Hao apparently discovered something that they couldn't see and couldn't see. It was a horrible existence to be able to survive the feelings of so many powerful gods.

According to Ding Hao's guidance, everyone lined up and walked step by step. Everyone almost stepped on Ding Hao's footprints. Nothing was found. The grass under the feet was soft and comfortable. The breeze has the aroma of grass.

After about half a column of incense time, Ding Hao exhaled a sigh of gas, which slowly said: "Okay, yes."

This is easy for everyone.

Song lacks doubts and looks at Ding Hao, saying: "Three brothers, have you found anything?"

Ding Hao nodded and said: "It is still unclear for the time being, but everything that we see and perceive in front of us does not seem to be a real thing. A magical array that can almost completely deceive us any sense, there is a huge murder behind it. ”

Everyone heard it, it was a shock.

They are the top-level existence of the Northern Territory, and there are also some of them. But they have not seen any clues. If it wasn’t for Ding Hao’s reminder, maybe someone has gone into the illusion and killed the price.

Ding Hao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to release and even perceive.

In the feedback of the gods, there are no beautiful scenery like flowers, birds and fish.

Everything is a near-real illusion.

The environment in which everyone is located has always been a gloomy environment of hunger and ghosts. Before passing through a tens of thousands of meters of wooden bridges, surrounded by abyss, black breath, dark power is suffocating, it seems It can suppress the power of everyone, and everyone can't see such a real picture. Once you accidentally step out of the scope of the wooden bridge, you will definitely get involved in the dark power in an instant, and instantly break the bones.

After crossing this wooden bridge, and going further, it is a road of traps with constant black flames.

The black flame can burn the soul and threaten the strong gods.

And all this is only Ding Hao can see.

This seems to be unable to explain from the strength, even the difference in the knowledge of God can not explain all of this, the victory of the word is indeed the first practice of the ancient cultivating of the gods, but other middle-level gods, the cultivation of the gods The work is also very unique and rare, but it cannot see everything Ding Hao sees.

"Maybe related to the reincarnation?"

Ding Hao is secret in his heart.

He closed his eyes, was not troubled by vision, opened his way with the gods, and took the crowd to come over a journey full of black inflammation traps.

The surrounding environment is terrible enough to threaten the strong gods.

In the next half-day, Ding Hao has been searching with God's knowledge, and has survived many traps and secret killings. In the process, several times, a few strong-minded people doubted Ding Hao's statement and tried it himself. I was slightly injured, and other people realized that they and others really lived in an extremely dangerous environment.

Ding Hao had a sigh of relief until after six hours.

"Well, we seem to be out of danger." Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes.

The hearts of other people are finally put down.

At this time, the scene that appeared in front of them was not a fairyland scene of the light wind of the green trees and grasses. It returned to the scene of the kind of gray sand and sand that was typical of the hungry ghost road, and the scenes that were previously hungry and poor. Compared to the difference, on the far side of the ground, there are hills and undulating appearances, an ancient riverbed general avenue, leading to the rolling hills, there is a strong wind whistling, rolling up the sky and the yellow sand!

This avenue is full of quaint sang.

I don't know who was in what years. The avenue seems to be leading to the sky. Two of the ruts are extremely clear and obvious. Just like the traces carved on the slate, people can’t help but always appear in their minds. A thin horse is pulling the picture of the broken carriage passing here...

A young man dressed in snow-white Confucianism stood quietly on this avenue, blocking the way for everyone.

He was very quiet, and he had a huge drawing board in front of him and was painting at the bow.

Because I lowered my head, I was covered by the drawing board. Everyone could not see his face, but the kind of temperament that was forgotten by the vicissitudes of life, but it was felt that this must be a young and handsome scholar, a talented person with a splendid belly. The article, the pen can depict the romantic figures of the thousand avenues.

"I didn't expect that you could come out without any harm. It really surprised me." Confucian young people don't lift their heads. His voice is indifferent and calm, but there is a vicissitudes of helplessness and helplessness. The tone of the word contains too many complicated feelings.

"You are the second guardian? You are..." Ding Hong’s tears finally understood what it was. Looking at this young Confucian man, he was surprised: "You are the shadow of the twelve secrets?"

"The person who can get out of my painting, I don't kill, you can go." Confucian young people are not willing to say more, as if he would delay his paintings when he said more, he did not move, his body and the drawing board moved gently. On the side of the avenue, let the road open.

Ding Hong’s tears did not ask any more, and made a look to everyone, and embarked on this vicissitudes of vicissitudes.

Everyone understands that this Confucian young man is also one of the twelve secret agents.

Ding Hao couldn't help but look back when passing the Confucian young man.

When his eyes fell on his drawing board, Ding Hao suddenly stunned and immediately understood what it was - the huge drawing board painted a different small picture, clear and vivid, like life like a photo, and each painting They are all related to themselves.

"The pictures are so familiar... that is..."

Ding Hao shocked and found that the content of each picture is the picture of his own pedestrians passing through the dangerous area, especially the ones who walked in front of their eyes and led others to the most.

Everything on the screen is like a reproduction of the experience.

No, not reproduction.

Ding Hao suddenly realized that it was the place where he and others had walked. The traps and threats that were invisible to the naked eye and the gods were the things that this Confucian young man painted, the world he created with his brush. And waiting for himself is just a circle in the world of his paintings.

What is this supernatural power?

The dangers that everyone encountered before were all this Confucian young people deliberately painting for us?

It’s no wonder that he said before that the person who can get out of his paintings, he doesn’t kill... It’s really terrible. What kind of cultivation is this, letting others indulge in their own paintings and manipulate them at will. The destiny of the person in the painting is like a **** who rules everything!

If it is not the strange situation that appears in oneself, the gods can see the vain words, then this Confucian young man’s painting makes it possible to play dozens of powerful gods between the applause. Perhaps someone can create a painting. In the middle of the world, but definitely will pay a lot of money.

Just as Ding Hao saw the picture, the Confucian young man suddenly turned to look at Ding Hao.

"Can you see through my paintings?" The scarlet gaze and the black-faced face are really a supreme person who cultivates the power of darkness, and is very similar to the extinct ambassador who has perished. His **** eyes are on Ding Hao's body. It seems that there is a little doubt and confusion.

Ding Hao did not answer.

At the moment he turned back, he swept the picture that was being created by the celestial painting.

This is the last painting on the petals of Confucian young people.

This painting is just a few strokes, but it expresses Ding Hao’s back in a vivid way – it’s just a back view. There are no other scenes and environments on the white paper. The pens of Confucian young people in their hands can’t fall for a long time. It seems that For a moment, he did not know what kind of environment Ding Hao would draw.

Ding Hao and others eventually crossed the sky and made dark moves toward the distant mountains.

“There is the real central reincarnation area of ​​the hungry ghost road.” Ding Hong’s tears breathed a sigh of relief, and the look was a lot easier. He accidentally passed the level of the dark painting, and then there was absolutely no guard, reincarnation. The fairy tales are in this mountain, and you can see the few people, their tasks will be completed, and everything that follows will be given to the fate to make a trial.

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The supplement is necessary, but these days are enough. There are several readers and authors who come to Baoji. I want to entertain. Today I went to the Famen Temple and was blocked on the highway for an afternoon. It was very late, and it was 2 .